Текст книги "Addict"
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Chapter 5
Alix
As Jennifer and I had sat taking in the various acts around the room, I couldn’t stop thinking about touching myself. I hadn’t had the urge to do that without having mystery man on my mind since I’d gotten out of rehab. Shifting in my seat, I tried adjusting my legs, but all that did was make my swollen lips rub against my pulsing clit. No matter where I looked, there was a sexual act taking place. I couldn’t escape my thoughts, the need that burned through my body. Finally I couldn’t take it any more and excused myself from Jennifer. I couldn’t very well have her come with me to the bathroom when I went to release the built-up tension.
Once in the bathroom, I quickly locked myself into one of the small stalls and rubbed my clit fast and hard. I didn’t want it to feel good, I didn’t want it to leave me gasping and wanting more. I just wanted the thoughts to subside and let me regain control over myself.
Coming to the club had been a bad idea. I should never have agreed to go out. Then again, I didn’t know we would be going to a club where people were being spanked and tied up. Although it was like walking into a real version of many of my dreams, I couldn’t control my thoughts and desires, couldn’t keep them from spinning wildly down the path I fought so hard not to go down again.
Adjusting my dress, I washed my hands and peeked into the hallway to make sure no one might have overheard me. I hadn’t yelled out with my release, but I was jumpy after having given into my need for release in a public place. It wasn’t the act, especially considering there were people doing much naughtier things in the open. It was the fact that I’d hidden it and felt ashamed of what I’d done. Just as I was stepping out, large hands wrapped around my mouth and waist, pulling me against a hard body. Panic rushed through my body in an instant, until the sexy, hoarse, British voice spilled down my neck. Although his hands held me firmly, they didn’t hurt, didn’t grope – simply kept me in place.
He knew what I had done in the bathroom. How? I didn’t know. Didn’t matter, I was too embarrassed to argue when he didn’t believe my initial nervous denial.
Making me call him sir had my knees weakening. I might call men “sir” daily, but it was different when the man holding me demanded it. My pussy clenched, wet for him from that single word alone. Yet he wouldn’t give me his name. An admirer. No one admired me from near or far. There was nothing to admire about me. I was a basket case with more issues than any sane man would stick around to deal with.
Without hesitation, I gave him my name even as I mentally slapped a palm to my face. I hadn’t meant to, but it was out of my mouth without a thought out of habit.
I could feel his erection pressing against my ass, but he didn’t try to grind it on me. I don’t even know that he realized we were pressed that firmly together that I could feel it.
A nip to my ear had a gasp escaping my lungs as he gave me instructions to return to him. Then he was gone.
Spinning around, I expected to find that he’d just stepped back from me, but instead he’d completely vanished into thin air.
Breathing hard, I leaned against the wall where he’d been only moments ago. My clit was throbbing worse than it had before I’d slipped into the bathroom. Although I only knew him as Master J, everything about the quick exchange had my blood hot and desperate again.
Before I could even get a good rhythm going, I heard heels on the floor. Tugging my dress down, I shook my head at my behavior. I had to escape before I got caught and really embarrassed myself.
Upon returning to Jennifer, I stared at my hands – my mind battling what my decision would be. Could I say yes? Could I come back? Would it be a step forward or backwards in the crazy whirlwind of addiction I constantly lived in? Did it have anything to do with that?
Finally, I couldn’t take the sounds of leather or skin slapping skin that filled the room. I caught Jennifer’s wide eyes and motioned at the door and she rapidly nodded. I think she’d most definitely gotten more than she bargained for by coming to the club. Meanwhile, I’d been invited back by a man I hadn’t seen and knew nothing about except that the barest brush of his lips on my neck had turned my body to mush and he held me like he had every right to do it. In everything I’d been through, I’d never reacted so violently to someone so quickly – or ever.
Jennifer dropped me off at the hotel so I could pick up my car. The entire drive she’d tried to talk about what we’d just seen, but was unable to complete even one sentence. I giggled at her. Obviously, her mind had been blown.
That night I lay in bed, unable to get even a wink of sleep because I couldn’t get all the glorious scenes out of my head. His voice haunted me, replaying over and over. It was so incredibly sexy with that slight British accent as he handled me like he knew my body better than even I did.
When my alarm went off in the morning, I groggily rolled out of bed and proceeded to get ready for the day. I was exhausted, but I hoped a few cups of coffee would help remedy that. Thankfully, Jennifer wasn’t at work so I didn’t have to worry about her peppering me with questions and wanting my opinion on everything after she’d had a night to gather her thoughts. The woman spoke so quickly, I could only imagine what she’d be like after the way her eyes practically popped out of her head at the party.
Unfortunately I didn’t have any appointments until the afternoon, so my mind had all that free time to continue tossing about my options and reasons for each. To the outside observer I was doing paperwork and checking on shipments and deliveries needed for parties that were coming up, but my insides were much busier.
After a couple of hours passed and I was still unable to focus on anything productive, I gave in and put my information into an online counseling site I’d found that had great reviews. I really didn’t want to have to go in person to talk to someone about my problems flaring up again. It was embarrassing enough the first time, let alone to admit that I had fallen yet again.
The doctor didn’t seem all that helpful, and when he suggested I come into the office to meet him in person, I quickly disengaged. I couldn’t handle that on top of everything. I’d have to try again when I was at home, when I hopefully wouldn’t be as jumpy. It’d been stupid to even talk to the doctor while at work. I needed to get my mind off my problems, not focus on them more than I already was.
Once appointments started showing up, the rest of the day flew by and I found myself pacing my living room, still debating. Master J had said that I was to show up at the same time as the day before. Was that the time that we had arrived or the time that he was talking to me? I hadn’t paid attention to exactly when we’d arrived or when he’d caught me in the hallway. Hell, I guess I’d already made up my mind that I was going. It was a matter of what time. Would it matter? I didn’t know. Didn’t want to find out.
I had to find out if my reaction to him was a one-time thing or if it would happen again. It didn’t help that I also wanted to put a face to the voice that still caused me to break out into shivers when I thought of it.
Not giving myself a chance to back out, I changed into a pair of black pants and a silk blouse; I wore both to work, but it was the best I had that worked for dressy casual. Leaving my hair in the low ponytail I’d worn all day, I grabbed my purse and headed to the club.
Wiping a sweaty palm on my pants, I opened the car door once I’d parked in front of the building from the night before. It looked exactly the same. Some part of me thought things would look different, but nothing had changed. Taking a deep breath, I exited the car and walked swiftly to the door of the building.
The single man standing guard by the door lifted an eyebrow at me when I stopped in front of him. He nodded over his shoulder for me to go in. Swallowing hard, I stepped past him.
Once inside, I was greeted by a new woman waiting to take my belongings. Before she could speak, I held out my purse and said, “I’m here for Master J.”
“Ah. Yes.” She smiled briefly before pulling back the curtain for me.
Looking from her to the curtain, I wasn’t certain what I was expected to do. Would he find me once I was inside? Was I to wait for someone to come get me? When she didn’t say anything else, I stepped through the curtain to find the same massive room, still clogged with people like the night before. People milling about, whipping, spanking, consensual torture – like it hadn’t been nearly twenty-four hours since I’d left.
“Please follow me,” a man in a black shirt and pants said before walking off, not waiting to see if I was following.
After a moment’s hesitation, I quickly caught up to him. Nerves kept any of the half-naked people or arousing sounds from affecting me. I was much too focused on what I was about to walk into to even think about watching. When my escort opened a door and gestured for me to enter, I blew out a breath and did as I was told. Finding myself in a small room with another door directly in front of me, I spun around.
“Your instructions are there.” He pointed to a small table behind the door he still held partially open, then quietly closed the door, leaving me in the small space.
Immediately I picked up the paper to read what was left for me.
Precious,
Strip then kneel in the center of the room with your head down, hands on your knees. Do not speak. Do not waste time. Simply follow my instructions and you will be rewarded. Don’t and you will be punished.
Time is of the essence.
Master J
I read the note four times before I finally comprehended that he expected me to get naked for him. I couldn’t do that. I didn’t even know what he looked like. I didn’t even know his name or what he wanted to do with me. I was only going to do part of what he wanted; I highly doubted he would punish me on the first time I met him. I dropped the note on the table again before kicking off my shoes, then walked through the door I hadn’t been through yet. On the other side was an expansive room. It contained a large bed along with a bench of some sort and chains on one wall. Another wall was covered with hooks displaying tools for torture. Looking at the display only filled me with dread and fear that I had made a massive mistake.
Even fearing the pain that I might encounter, I was still wildly curious. Seeing a large square mat near the door, I hoped that was where I was meant to kneel. It looked much softer than the floor would have been. Dropping down, I rested my butt on my feet, hands on my thighs and looked toward the ground as instructed. Only I was still fully clothed. I refused to get naked for a man I didn’t even know.
As if I had been watched, a door on the opposite side of the room opened shortly after I got settled. Breathing deeply, I caught his scent. That unique smell that was dark and earthy and unlike anything else I’d ever smelled wrapped around me making me close my eyes in pleasure. When I opened them again, there was a pair of glossy dress shoes directly in front of me. I hadn’t heard him move and jumped at the unexpected sight.
“Precious, do you have problems following instructions?” The voice I’d dreamed about was exactly as I’d remembered sending a shiver of excitement down my spine.
“No, sir,” I murmured in response.
“Then tell me, why are you still fully clothed?” His shoes disappeared from my view and I started to turn my head to follow, but he snapped out harshly, “I didn’t tell you to move.”
Immediately, I dropped my eyes to the floor again. Hearing the authority in his voice made me want to squeeze my thighs together; my pussy clenched.
“Good girl.” He patted me on the head, letting me know that he was standing behind me. “You may now look up. And I am still waiting for an answer.”
Lifting my head, I fought the temptation to turn and look at him. A black silk cloth was dropped in front of my face. I knew what it was and it made me straighten my back a bit more. “Sir, why am I being blindfolded? I would like to look at you since I have yet to see your face.”
“And I would like to know why you felt the need to disobey my orders.” The soft cloth was brought to my face and deftly tied behind my head, completely blocking my sight.
“I thought it was inappropriate to be naked with a man I had only met once,” I calmly answered.
“I will not cause you to come by any harm that is unwanted.” I heard the soft swish of his slacks as he moved around me.
Any harm that is unwanted. That part kept repeating in my head. Swallowing hard, I wiped my dewy palms on my pants again. “I don’t want any harm done to me.”
“Have you already forgotten the first thing I told you to remember?” He said in a husky tone near my ear.
“No, sir. I’m sorry. I’m just overwhelmed, sir.” Again I felt a soft pat on the head.
“We will take it one step at a time, Precious. I will prepare you for each and everything that is going to be done to you before hand. There will be no unexpected surprises. You need to trust me. The more you trust me, the more enjoyable it will be.” His voice came from directly in front of me.
“I don’t know you. Why should I trust you?” Again, I felt like I should have thought my actions through more, but curiosity made me want to see where things were going.
“You shouldn’t.” The tone of his voice sent a chill down my back.
Chapter 6
John
Alix asked all the right questions, although she’d put herself in danger’s path by meeting up with an unknown man, alone in a room with him. She was also feeling me out and testing me.
Smiling, I lifted her chin with a knuckle. “I will earn your trust. If you will let me, that is.”
It took her a moment before she licked her lips and nodded.
“Good girl.” I stepped back from her and folded my arms over my chest. “Tell me. What is it that you desire? What are you absolutely not willing to do?”
“I’m not sure, sir. I’ve never done anything like I saw people doing in the big room.” Her voice was soft, unsure.
“I’m going to list things. You tell me yes or no or if you are curious to find out.” Clearing my throat, I started with the most simple things and what she may have had experience with. “Spanking?”
“Yes.”
“With paddles?”
“Yes.”
“Floggers?”
“Yes.”
“Spanking by hand?”
“Yes.” She let out a lusty sigh.
“Spanking with a belt?”
“Maybe.”
“Whip?”
“No. I don’t think I could handle that.”
“Okay. How about a crop?”
“Yes. Oh yes,” she purred with a dreamy smile.
“Bondage?”
“Yes.” She smiled as she replied.
“Clamps?”
“Maybe?” Her voice wavered.
“Clothespins a maybe as well?”
“Yes, sir. I’m willing to try it.”
“Gags?”
“Maybe.”
“Humiliation?”
“No.”
“Noted. Wax play?”
“Maybe. I’ve wanted to try it, but it scares me.”
“Nothing to be afraid of, Precious. How about piercing play?”
“No. Absolutely not.”
“Fisting?”
“Maybe.”
“Anal play?”
“Um… Yes?”
“We will explore it. Temperature play?”
“Yes.”
“Almost done. Violet Wand?”
“I don’t know what that is, sir.”
“Electrical play?”
“No. Please, no.”
“Sense play?”
“Possibly.”
“We will start small and go from there, based on your reactions.” As eager as I was to get my hands on her body, I had to know her limits. That alone would help me earn her trust and not surprise her. “First, though, tell me what made you come back?”
“You, sir. The way you touched me like you knew me. Your hands knew my body even though they’ve never touched it. Your voice had me panting with just a few whispered words. I had to know if it was a fluke or if it was you.” Her voice was confident and strong.
Yanking on her hair tie, I released her hair from the horrendous ponytail. I fisted my hand in the free-flowing locks, pulling her head back. “Don’t wear your hair pulled back unless I tell you to. Ever,” I purred into her ear.
“Sorry, sir,” she moaned, breathing fast.
“You’ll learn how to please me, Precious. Just as you’ll learn I’ll pleasure you unlike you’ve ever had before.” I knew I would be able to. The woman quickly fell into a submissive role when she’d never submitted before. She liked all of the things I liked to do to my subs. Yes, we would get a long quite well. Releasing her hair, I stepped back. “Stand. Head down. Shoulders back.”
Slowly, she stood and followed my orders.
“If you can’t take what I’m doing, you can say your safe word. The word you can say to make everything stop is edge. Do you understand? It tells me you are on the edge and can’t take any more. I will immediately stop when you say this word. Repeat the word to me.” I stared at her beautiful face from only inches away. The best idea I’d ever come up with had been to blindfold her. I could get as close as I wanted without worrying she’d see me. I didn’t want her to know who I was. I wanted to have this single thing as my own secret. My own jewel to enjoy. I didn’t want the questions that would come from her seeing me at the hotel, and my job, which always wore on every relationship I had. It had been too long since I had a submissive and something about this woman made it impossible for me to deny what I was any longer.
“Edge.” Her soft, feminine voice made the word seem so much sexier than it should have.
“Good. Don’t forget it.” Placing both my hands on her shoulders, I dragged them slowly down her arms until I gripped a wrist in each hand. “I am going to restrain you now.”
When she didn’t respond, I nipped her ear, earning myself another moan from her.
“You must respond when I ask you a question,” I demanded.
“Yes, sir,” she whispered.
“Now, tell me, are you okay with restraints?”
“Yes, sir.” She nodded her head in agreement as well.
Pulling both wrists behind her back, I wrapped them with a silk ribbon from my pocket just like the one over her eyes. Once finished, I tugged on the knot to show her how loose the ribbon was. Grabbing a pair of scissors from the wall, I walked in front of her. “You see, there is a reason why I asked you not to be wearing clothes. Naked would’ve been best, but panties would’ve worked as well. Since you didn’t follow instructions, I’m going to have to do it for you, which doesn’t make me too happy.”
“Sorry, sir.”
Even though it was the first time we were together, she needed to learn the way of things right away. Dragging the tip of the scissors from her collar bone to the dip in her top, I gave her a hint of what was coming. “Your top is not going to be wearable home. I have one that you can wear instead.”
“Okay.” Chewing on her bottom lip, she let her nerves show.
Slowly, I slid the scissors down the center of her top, revealing inch by inch of her flawless skin. My cock jumped, desire soaring through me at the sight. A couple of quick snips and the fabric floated to the ground around her ankles. A see-through, white lace bra was all that kept her breasts from me. Licking my lips, I forced myself to put the scissors down and picked up a crop with a hard tip.
“Stand very still. We’ll see if you can tell me what this is.” Deliberately sliding the tip along her spine, I smiled as goosebumps appeared on her skin.
“That is a crop, sir.” Her voice took on a husky tone telling me she more than liked the crop as I had suspected.
“Very good.” Trailing the hard leather over her shoulder, I stepped around her to follow the swell of her breasts. A quick, soft slap to the exposed skin of each earned me a soft moan. Alix arched her back, pressing her breasts toward me, begging for more with her luscious body. Ignoring her silent plea, I unleashed a dozen more soft, teasing pats with the crop upon her stomach, side and upper arms.
“More, sir. Harder,” Alix moaned, again thrusting her breasts toward me.
I had let the first time slide, but I couldn’t allow her to continue attempting to control the situation. Dropping the crop, I fisted a hand in her hair, grabbing a handful of her hip in the other, pulling her firmly against my body. My grip wasn’t careful or tender; it was harsh and hard – reprimanding. “Trust me to know what you need. You will not speak unless I ask you what you want. There is a reason for going slowly and you need to allow me to show you.”
“Sorry, sir. I was just trying to help.” She rotated her hips against my throbbing cock.
“There will be no sex, either.” I knew she wasn’t ready for that experience and I wasn’t ready to let her take that step, not if I wanted to have her trained properly.
“Why not, sir? I can tell you are more than ready, as am I.” Again she rotated her hips.
Grinding my hips against the surge in pleasure, I released her before grabbing the ribbon around her wrists. With a little pressure, I directed her to where I wanted her. “Bend over, naughty girl.” Pressing a firm hand to her upper back, I made her press her chest to the bed while still standing. “You will get five spankings with my hand. You will count them loudly or I will add more. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir. I can take it, sir.” She pressed her forehead to the mattress, instead of turning it to the side like I expected.
The dress pants she had on made her ass look especially nice when she was bent over the bed. Firmly rubbing my hand along each plump cheek, I gave her time to anticipate when the first one was coming. After a moment, I landed a palm solidly against her ass.
Without hesitation, Alix shouted, “One, sir.”
The next one came down on the opposite side and again she counted without a grunt, groan, moan or cry. She’d been spanked before, that much was instantly obvious. Sliding a hand up her spine, I pulled her head back by her hair, which earned me a moan. “Can you take more than my hand?”
“Yes, sir. Please, sir.” Sucking her plump bottom lip into her mouth, she smiled.
Releasing her hair, I retrieved the dropped crop and returned to her. Carefully, I slapped her back with it, letting her know what was coming. “Start at three.”
“Yes, sir.” Again, her forehead was to the mattress and her fingers, still tied behind her back were completely relaxed.
Not using too much strength, I landed a slap to one ass cheek with the hard tip of the crop. No reaction again, except the number. Putting a little more behind the next one, I landed the fourth one to the opposite cheek.
“Mmm. Four, sir.” She turned her head to the side on the mattress, a large smile on her face.
“Better, right?” I licked my lips as she did the same.
“Much,” she murmured, the smile never leaving her face.
Finally, I had a baseline on how much pain she could take without it bothering her. Not that the last one seemed to bother her, but it got a reaction none-the-less. The last blow was the hardest one and she counted for me with another moan and smile to go with it.
“Did you enjoy that?” I asked, rubbing a hand over her ass lightly.
“Yes, sir. I’ve had much worse spankings,” she said, confirming my thoughts.
“Stand,” I ordered as I tugged on the ribbon around her wrists. Once she was standing I instructed her to lie on the bed while I went to the light switch. As soon as she was situated, I flipped off the lights and went to the opposite side of the bed. Climbing on, I stayed on my knees. “Now comes the aftercare. Every time you come to me, we will have time set aside for me to care for you and make sure everything is okay. All right?”
“Yes, sir.” Her voice smiled even in the dark.
“You may remove the blindfold if you’d like. I doubt you are used to being without your sight for so long.” I knew it was risky, but it was dark enough she wouldn’t be able to see my face. Sitting with my back against the headboard, I pulled her over onto me, her head resting on my chest.
“Would you remove it for me, sir? You are the one that put it on.” Her palm slid up my chest, wrapping around the side of my neck as she tilted her head up as if she were looking at my face.
I’d never met a woman so naturally submissive. She picked up and exhibited every mannerism a trained submissive would. Reaching behind her head, I pulled the ribbon off for her.
As soon as the blindfold was off her, her lips were on mine. She straddled my waist, pressing into me. “Please, sir, fuck me. I need it. Everything you’ve done to me has only turned me on to the point that it is painful. I need release, sir.”
When I felt her shift her weight so she could swoop in for another kiss, I grabbed her hair, keeping her from being able to complete her action. Running my nose up her neck, breathing her scent in, I slowly shook my head. “Not happening, naughty girl. I will let this single offense go without further punishment. This is called topping from the bottom. You are trying to make me do what you want and it will not work, Precious. You ask if there is something you want, you do not take without permission. I’m sorry you are so turned on it is painful, but you need to learn discipline. If you ever want me to help you with that problem, you need to prove to me you are worth it. Prove you can be a good submissive who follows directions. Can you do that?”
“Yes, sir.” Her voice was barely above a whisper. After a moment of silence, she swallowed audibly. “Sir, I can only promise to try.”
“Why is that?” I asked, releasing her hair to let my hand glide down her back to rest on her hip.
“It’s too embarrassing to talk about, sir. It’s a problem for me.” Her bottom lip quivered and she attempted to withdraw from me, shifting off my lap.
“I’m not going to push right now, but I do want to know. I want to know everything about you. The more I know, the stronger our relationship will be.” I ran a hand over her hair, pulling her head back to my chest. “The more of a relationship we will build. That is, if you want to. If you want to come back and learn more, experience more. It’s completely up to you.”
“I do. I want to come back. I want to learn more about you as well, sir.” She nuzzled her head into me, wrapping her arm around my waist.
“Knowing me isn’t whats important. You are what is important. However, I do understand that you are curious, so each time we are together you can ask me two questions. I will answer them as best I can. My job and my name are the only two things I will not answer, at least right now. If we come to something else I don’t feel you need to know, I will address it at that time.” I didn’t have to let her know me, but I knew it would make it easier for her to trust me if she knew more about me.
“Do I get two questions tonight?” she asked quickly, rising and looking in my direction.
I was going to have to leave because my eyes were adjusting to the darkness thanks to the slim line of light from under both doors. I could see faint outlines within the dark, which meant that she would be able to see as well, possibly even more after the darkness behind the blindfold. Not wanting to rush out on her, I agreed she could ask her two questions.
“Are you married?” was her first question. “Or have you been married in the past?”
“Is that going to be both of your questions for the night?” I reminded her of the limit. I hadn’t been married before, but I was going to make her work for every bit of information.
“No,” she snapped quickly then breathed deeply. “Just are you currently married?”
“No.”
She sat quietly for a moment before asking her second question. “Why can’t I know your name?”
